"They hatch fast." The infected soldier muttered in terror. "Please, in my last moment I want to be the one in control, not the creatures that would slowly eat me from the inside out."
The crew halted, varying expressions of despair evident on their faces.
"Is there really no other way? M—Maybe if a Grandmaster like myself guided the spiritual energy in his body, we could save him?" Claire suggested.
Greg shook his head somberly, having seen sights like this a lot by now. "Not possible; controlling the energy in another person's body isn't the same as having mastery over it yourself. Countless have tried by now… The fate of the poor fella is sealed."
Michael's eyes remained cold as he raised Devil's Tongue high in the air.
"Is it really fine killing him? He is in a state of shock… It's not like he can think rationally." Ava whispered quietly.
